Allen was at a loss for words. Restlessness gripped him, prompting him to start pacing.

Before he knew it, another twenty minutes had zipped by.

The secretary breezed in once more to switch out the coffee.

As Allen opened his mouth, likely gearing up to ask about the meeting again, he surprised everyone by blurting out, "Where's the restroom?"

“Right this way. Follow me," the secretary replied, barely containing a laugh.

Kaleb paused for a moment and punched in Jennie's watch number.

Meanwhile, Jennie was chilling in a quiet corner during her break, picking up the call. “Hey, grandpa?"

“Hey, kiddo, what's shaking?"

"Just goofing around on the seesaw with my buddies."

"I miss you loads. Do you miss me?"

“I sure do, grandpa," Jennie replied, her voice dripping with affection.

“Sweetie, I wish I could hang with you every day. But your dad's not keen on you kicking it with me in Philade for a bit."

“Don't sweat it. Next time you swing by Mathias, make sure you drop in on me," Jennie suggested.

Then, Kaleb's voice crackled through Jennie's watch, frustration evident. “I'm stuck at the Blakely Group, trying to knock some sense into your old man. He's dodging me like a pro and keeping us apart. Clearly, you're pining for me and probably itching to jet off to Philade. It's all on your dad's plate, really!"

Jennie felt a pang of guilt. “Grandpa, my dad's just looking out for me. That's all."

"No worries. I'll talk him around. Just hold tight, and we'll cruise to Philade together," Kaleb assured.

Jennie was momentarily lost for words, but then she chirped, "Wait!"

"That's settled. I'm heading to chat with your dad now."

Jennie listened to the dial tone. Oh, no! What if her grandpa actually convinced her daddy?

Finally, Tyrone's meeting wrapped up.